All the money that could possibly be raised upon the cottage on Amity Street would barely bring her parents home and pay the remainder of her year's tuition at Lakeview Hall. Nan knew how much the latter would be, and there rose in her heart a determination. It would be impossible to get any of the half year's tuition money back--that which had been already paid; but her father would not have to pay the remainder of the fee if she left school at the mid-winter holidays.
And this would she do. "Papa Sherwood" should not be troubled by that expense! If she only had not recklessly expended that whole five-pound note for the spread in the haunted boathouse!
Over spilled milk, however, there was little use to cry. Extravagances must stop right here and now.
By and by Nan slipped out of her clothes, braided her hair in the dark, and got into bed long before the retiring bell rang. When Bess came in, her chum made a pretense of being asleep, and in her heart thought: "More deceit!"
But Nan felt she could not listen to Bess' chatter on this night.
She arose early in the morning, after an uneasy night, and while the steam was knocking its usual morning tattoo in the radiators (the girls said Mrs. Cupp never reported that annoyance to the engineer, for it served to make even the "lazybones" of the school rise promptly) Nan sat by the window, through which the cold light stole, and began a reply to her mother's letter. She had written a page and a half when the gong sounded and Bess sleepily crept out of bed.
"Hul-lo!" Bess yawned.
Nan could merely nod to her.
"Oh, gracious goodness me!" cried Bess. "This is the last day you've got to keep your mouth closed, I should hope! I never did see such a stubborn girl in my life before! If I had been as dumb as you have been this week, I know I should never be able to speak again."
Nan smiled at this; though to tell the truth, even that was hard work.
To leave beautiful Lakeview Hall, and all the girls whom she loved, and the teachers, including Dr. Beulah and Professor Krenner!
Tears blinded her eyes. She could no longer see to write. She did not want to stain the pages with tears, for then "Momsey" would know just how bad she really felt. She jumped up, bathed her eyes with cold water, and finished her own toilet.
"You look just as though you had hay-fever, Nan," Bess grumbled. "But as you can't have that at this time of year, I believe you have been crying."
Her chum did not admit this by either word or look. She put on her cap and coat and ran out for some exercise before breakfast. Bess never indulged in such a thing. She always dressed so slowly that she did not have time for a walk or a run before the breakfast bell sounded.
She did, on this morning, however, think to open the window before she left Room Seven, and left the corridor door open, too. Immediately a draft of air sucked through the room and blew Nan's uncompleted letter to her mother out of doors. The result of this mischance was more important than one would have thought.
In the first place, Cora Courtney chanced to be walking briskly in the snowy garden. The thin white coverlet that had shrouded the walks and lawn overnight, crisped under her footsteps as she tramped along. Down fluttered Nan's unfinished letter right in Cora's path. Of course, Cora picked it up and it was only natural that she should look at it to see what it was.
"Goodness! Can this be _so_?" murmured Cora, after a glance down the written lines on the first page. "Oh! Dear me!"
She was not a hard-hearted girl at all. And Nan Sherwood had never done any wrong to Cora, or said anything to her that was not kindly. Cora had no reason whatsoever for wishing the girl from Tillbury ill. So, naturally, she was sorry to learn that such serious trouble had come upon her schoolmate.
Under other influences than those that had shaped her course ever since she had come to Lakeview Hall, Cora would have been a very different girl. Her people were really very poor. Her father was addicted to drink and his family suffered thereby. Her mother had come of a well-to-do family; but her relatives had almost all turned against her when she married Mr. Courtney.
One aunt, however, remembered the oldest of the Courtney children, and offered to educate Cora. Instead of sending the girl to a school where she would have been quickly and efficiently trained to earn her own living, the foolish aunt sent her to this exclusive finishing school for young ladies.
Every one about her had more money than poor Cora Courtney. Her clothing was barely sufficient. Dr. Prescott, out of her own pocket, delicately supplied the poor girl with some absolute necessities.
Thus feeling the nip of poverty all the time, Cora was easily tempted to join the clique of parasites who gathered around the free-handed, but unpleasant, Linda Riggs. They all toadied to Linda, ran errands for her, and as Laura Polk tartly said, "performed all the duties of the Roman populace as Linda, as a female Caesar, demanded."
Now Cora was immediately moved to pity by what she had discovered in Nan Sherwood's unfinished letter. She could appreciate the sting of poverty, and knew how she should feel herself if her great aunt abruptly cut off the tuition fees. And in this case Nan seemed to be giving up all from a sense of duty.
Her heart told Cora to run to Nan with the letter and tell her how sorry she was; but her head advised her to take an entirely different course.
And Cora had learned to let her head guide her, and not her heart.
There was still time before breakfast, and Cora hurried up to the room which she shared with Linda. It was in an entirely different part of the building from that where Nan and Bess lodged, and was a larger and much better-furnished apartment, with a private bath attached, put in at Mr.
Riggs' cost for his daughter. Cora Courtney was considered very lucky by their special clique to be Linda's roommate, and she did not mind playing maid to the haughty Linda for the privilege of sharing in the luxuries of the apartment.
"Oh, Linda! Look what I've found!"
"I don't care what it is!" snarled the purse-proud girl, as she stood before the mirror. "I can't make my hair come right. It's all in a tangle."
She was sleepy and cross, and her scanty brown hair was in a snarl.
"You'll have to help me, Cora," she added.
"You ought to get up when the gong strikes; then you wouldn't have to be helped," said Cora, who wanted to shirk an unpleasant service if she could.
"If I got up at five o'clock it wouldn't be any better," whined Linda.
"It's always in a snarl!"
"Then why don't you braid it nicely when you go to bed? You fall right into bed with your hair in a regular rat's nest!"
"I'm so-o tired then," yawned Linda. "Come! be a friend and help me. I should think you would."
"Goodness! I don't like to fix hair any better than you do," snapped Cora, coming unwillingly to the task.
"Go on and be a good child," said Linda, more cajoling than usual. "I'm going to give you that coral necklace of mine to wear to the Grand Guard Ball tomorrow night."
"Oh, Linda! are you truly?" gasped Cora, seizing the hairbrush with avidity at this promise.
"Yes. I know you like it."
"But you won't have any necklace to wear yourself!"
"Oh, yes, I will. Don't fear," said Linda, looking very shrewd and nodding emphatically.
Cora stood aside and looked at her closely.
"You don't mean----?" she gasped.
"Never mind what I mean, Miss," replied Linda, shortly. "You go on with your work."
"You never mean to wear that beautiful necklace of your grandmother's?"
Cora amazedly inquired.
"Don't I just?" returned Linda, tossing her head. "Ouch!"
"Don't pull, then," said Cora calmly.
"Oh! you're awfully mean!" cried Linda, tears in her eyes.
"You're just fooling. You couldn't get the necklace without Mrs. Cupp's knowing it, and you know very well she declared last term that no girl should wear such an expensive thing at Lakeview Hall."
"Don't you bother, Miss. Mrs. Cupp isn't omnipotent," said Linda, more placidly. "And the Grand Guard Ball is not held at the Hall, thank goodness! You shall wear the coral necklace. It looks pretty next to the black lace in the neck of your gown. And it shall be yours to keep if you're a good girl. Now! what's all this you tried to tell me when you came in? I'm awake now," said Linda, luxuriating under Cora's deft hands.
Cora thrust the unfinished letter which she had found before Linda's eyes.